A shame. Obviously time to move on, and by jingo he gave us some moments to cherish, but I feel he could have done better. I think he fits into a Conte world, a sturdy cog in a machine, but I would have liked to see him develop more with his forward thinking. The lad has some mad skills and...
I'd like to disagree with everyone please. Average at best. Not a complete dud like Cruise or Pitt, but generally outshone when in the company of potent actors.
I think today's game had that air of vengeance to it for the last error-strewn contest at White Hart Lane. They strolled through that game, Spurs, and so did we, in attitude. Buoyed by last week's efforts this also had Potsy looking to stifle Conte tactically whilst showing him that players with...
My third game attended this season, and a classic of bravery and chance. Flair was intermittent, even rare, from both sides, but the likes of Dunk and Cucurella weren't going home empty handed on this occasion, and only a wild shot from almost 40 yards would get by them. Heroic stuff, and for...
I've had to bid farewell to my seat in the north stand. I can't afford to fork out on so many matches not able to attend, and it doesn't seem right to hoard that empty space. Greatly saddening, but responsibilities lie elsewhere for now.
Lunchbreak in 1 minute. In south London, and it doesn't sound too bad at this minute, so might roam a bit on the main roads, with my eyes permanently looking everywhere.
B suggests they are deceased. Gone, dead, ghostly. The actress' expression doesn't speak to me of a child missing. Whilst A seems loyal to the plot line.
But the question is which would prod my intrigue most, and I think a.
Probably Gatwick to Vienna - 1990.
The one i remember, though, for mishappery, was one to Milan on a footbally lads weekend in about 2001. It wasn't calamitous, as such, but involved me sitting next to intensely stylish fellow with shimmering locks and perfect, pristine pale trousers. After the...
The collective noun for Swansmen is a usurpment. I allowed such a bunch to camp in my back garden 2 summers ago. My lord they raucously procreate. I was sure i heard foxes in the night, but as i ventured outwards with my lucky, blood-cast semi-pro tennis racket, i saw and blood-earedly knew that...